Wight

When Cliff landed on the hill, he was greeted by an oppressive silence, broken only by Seth's faint groans. His eyes locked onto a dark figure: a masked individual clad in armor inscribed with intricate runes, radiating a murderous aura. The masked figure gripped Seth by the collar, his body marked by deep wounds, but Cliff could still perceive the faint pulse of life within him.

Cliff took a deep breath to master his anger, but his voice betrayed an icy authority.

"Release him," he commanded sharply.

The masked figure slowly turned his head toward Cliff, a cruel smile playing beneath his mask.

"Release him? Truly?" he replied with disdain. "You humans... Have you ever released even one of ours? Are you not the ones who call us mere beasts? Isn't that what you said yourself?"

Cliff's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes seeking the hidden gaze of his opponent beneath the mask's shadows.